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“You’re not wearing your hair down today?”
Although Chrollo’s tone was casual, his question filled Machi’s stomach with dread. Some of it crept up her throat and she had to swallow it down before answering.
“No. Why?”
Without looking up from his book, Chrollo pointed to a spot on his neck. Machi followed suit, her face burning even before she placed her fingers over the bruise, the remnant of a particularly painful bite. The heat intensified when she caught Pakunoda smirking at her from across the room, enjoying her victory.
Machi thanked their leader and yanked out her hair tie.